By Diane Hilderbrand And Jack Keller



A Distant Night Bird Mocks The Sun.

I Wake As I Have Always Done,

To Freshly Scented Sycamore

And Cold Bare Feet On Hardwood Floor.



My Steaming Coffee Warms Ny Face

I'm Diappointed In The Taste.

But There's A Peace The Early Brings

The Morning World Of Growing Things.



[Instrumental]



I Feel The Moments Hurry On

It Was Today, It's Died Away,

And Now It Is Forever Gone.



And I Will Drink My Coffee Slow

And I Will Watch My Shadow Grow

And Disappear In Firelight

And Sleep Alone Again Tonight.